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Zombies, zombies everywhere. History of the phenomenon. What is a zombie?. Brainstorm. You tell me. A corpse brought back to life by mystical means (Voodoo, witchcraft) or people in a hypnotized state Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

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I was still lost in my grand, cultural criticism when I knelt to examine my first patient. She was running a high fever, 40 degrees centigrade, and she was shivering violently. Barely coherent, she whimpered slightly when I tried to move her limbs. There was a wound in her right forearm, a bite mark. As I examined it more closely, I realized that it wasn’t from an animal. The bite radius and teeth marks had to come from a small, or possibly young, human being. Although I hypothesized this to be some sort of infection, the actual injury was surprisingly clean. I asked the villagers, again, who had been taking care of these people. Again, they told me, no one. I knew this could not be true. The human mouth is packed with bacteria, even more so than the most unhygienic dog. If no one had cleaned this woman’s wound, why wasn’t it throbbing with infection?

Although I hypothesized this to be the source of the infection, the actual injury was surprisingly clean.

You remove the heart not long after the victim’s died… maybe even while he’s still alive… they used to do that, you know, remove living organs to ensure their freshness… pack it in ice, put it on a plane for Rio… China used to be the largest exporter of human organs on the world market. Who knows how many infected corneas, infected pituitary glands… [Who knows] how may infected kidneys they pumped into the global market. And that’s just the organs! You want to talk about the “donated” eggs from political prisoners, the sperm, the blood? You think immigration was the only way the infection swept the planet? Not all the initial outbreaks were Chinese nationals. Can you explain all those stories of people suddenly dying of unexplained causes, then reanimating without ever having being bitten? Why did so many outbreaks begin in hospitals? Illegal Chinese immigrants weren’t going to hospitals. Do you know how many thousands of people got illegal organ transplants in those early years leading up to the Great Panic? Even if 10 percent of them were infected, even 1 percent…

Yeah, and do you know how long it would have taken to invent one that did? Look how much time and money had been put into cancer research, or AIDS. Do you want to be the man who tells the American people that he’s diverting funds from either one of those for some new disease that most people haven’t even heard of? Look at what we’ve put into research during and after the war, and we still don’t have a cure or a vaccine. We knew Phalanx was a placebo, and we were grateful for it. It calmed people down and let us do our job.

What, you would have rather we told people the truth? That it wasn’t a new strain of rabies but a mysterious uber-plague that reanimated the dead? Can you imagine the panic that would have happened: the protest, the riots the billions in damage to private property? Can you imagine all those wet-pants senators who would have brought the government to a standstill so they could railroad some high profile and ultimately useless “Zombie Protection Act” through Congress? Can you imagine the damage it would have done to that administration’s capital? We’re talking about an election year and a [hard], uphill fight.

That it wasn’t a new strain of rabies but a mysterious uber-plague that reanimated the dead?

It was about 5’10”, slumped, narrow shoulders with this puffy, wagging belly. It wasn’t wearing a shirt and its mottled gray flesh was all torn and pockmarked. It smelled like the beach, like rotten kelp and saltwater. Aiden jumped up and ran behind me. Tim was out of the chair, standing between us and that thing. In a split second, it was like all the lies fell away. Tim looked frantically around the room for a weapon just as it grabbed him by the shirt. They fell on the carpet, wrestling. He shouted for us to get in the bedroom, for me to get the gun. We were in the hallway when I heard Jenna scream. I ran to hear room, threw open the door. Another one, big, I’d say six and a half feet with giant shoulders and bulging arms. The window was broken and it had Jenna by the hair. She was screaming “Mommymommymommy!”

I’d like to think that’s not true. But if it is, no one on Earth survived this war.

That was us, standing on the Jersey riverbank, watching the dawn over New York. We’d just got the word, it was VA Day. There was no cheering, no celebration. It just didn’t seem real. Peace? What [did that] mean? I’d been afraid for so long, fighting and killing, and waiting to die, that I guess I just accepted it as normal for the rest of my life. I thought it was a dream, sometimes it still feels like one, remembering that day, that sunrise over the Hero City.